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Some photos for the female characters of the story:

Lucia

 

Face: https://i.ibb.co/72C13MF/lucia-face.jpg

Soles: https://i.ibb.co/BKT8hNj/lucia-feet.jpg

 

Jazmine

 

Face: https://i.ibb.co/5BrvhQF/jazmine-face.jpg

Soles: https://i.ibb.co/sFWtWw7/jazmine-feet.jpg

Sofia

 

Face: https://i.ibb.co/ZL3pMgv/sofia-face.jpg

Soles: https://i.ibb.co/sPyK5Yz/sofia-feet.jpg

 

Mariana

 

Face: https://i.ibb.co/z7N96G1/mari-face.jpg

Soles: https://i.ibb.co/jkwwRss/mari-feet.jpg

 

Since I apparently cannot submit a chapter in less than 500 words, here’s a bonus short story totally unrelated to the real one. If you’d like to skip it, proceed to chapter 2.

 

Roger was what you’d consider traditionally successful. He was 35, made 500 thousand dollars a year as an executive at a large company, had multiple houses and despite being in his mid 30s was a bit of a party animal. Roger enjoyed the single life, and the freedom that it and his income afforded. On the downside, Roger didn’t really have any close friends or girlfriends aside from the people that just wanted his money. This was also due to the fact that Roger was a terrible person. All of his money had gone to his head and he treated most people like they were beneath him. 


This leads us to a normal spring day with Roger walking down a bustling city street, briefcase in one hand. He was dressed in what must have been a three thousand dollar suit, an expensive watch, was wearing air pods and speaking very loudly, enthralled by whatever conversation he was having. His haircut looked to be at least worth $200. In his free hand he was holding an iced coffee. As Roger walked down the street, he was approached by an old lady who by the look of it was clearly poor. She wore very old looking clothes that were torn in many places, and she smelled absolutely rancid. Interestingly, she was also barefoot. Her feet looked absolutely disgusting with gnarly uncut nails and city street dirt permanently etched into the skin of her feet. The lady began to walk alongside Roger pleading, “Please sir, could you spare some change? As you can see I’ve lost my only pair of shoes. Please sir, could you help me buy new shoes?” Roger turned to the woman and was disgusted by here as soon as his eyes pointed in her direction. “Get lost lady, find someone else to get you your drugs.” The lady however did not relent. “Please sir I’m begging you, anything helps. My feet hurt so badly.” Roger, now frustrated, raised his voice at her. “Goddamnit you old hag! I told you to get lost!”

 

The poor old lady, now frustrated clearly seeing the obvious wealth this man had, finally stopped and went back to her belongings. But before finding another person to beg from, she yelled at the man, “Be careful how you behave, what goes around comes around. Karma will bring you justice!” The man heard her but ignored it and went about his day. He spoke to whomever he was conversing with through his air pods “Yeah yeah just some crazy old lady, anyways as I was saying…”

 

Not long after this event, Roger hopped on the public subway to get to a meeting across the city. This was pretty normal for him. He had the money to take a cab, but with all the traffic he typically took the subway as it was much faster. At the stop before his a woman got on the train and sat across from him. Roger noticed how beautiful this woman was. She looked to be about 23 years old, her hair dyed a deep crimson red, light orange freckles spread across her face, concentrated around her thin perfectly shaped nose. Her eyes were a beautiful green color. She sat down and pulled out her phone. Roger stared at here for a bit, checking out her entire body. She was wearing a light colored sun dress decorated with sunflowers. On her feet were a pair of pink flats. The woman had crossed her legs, and was now absent mindedly dangling her flats from her feet. Roger for some reason he couldn’t quite figure out was drawn to looking at her feet. He watched her shoe dangle up and down, taking notice of red lines that outlined the spots where her feet were pressed against the edges of the flat. Roger never really thought about feet, but in this moment he felt like he literally couldn’t look away. Like his eyes were totally locked onto this woman’s feet. Her shoe play became more and more vigorous. Roger for a moment thought he caught a whiff of something. A rather pungent thick cheesy odor. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it was definitely not a pleasant odor. He almost looked away to try to find the source of the odor, but his eyes were still totally fixed on her feet. Her shoe play reached a climax and the flat she was dangling was accidentally thrown off of her foot and flew in the direction of Roger across the aisle. Roger could now see her foot, perfectly shaped and with toe nails painted a sparkly silver. Her feet looked sore as marked by her somewhat reddened toes. She flexed her foot giving Roger a quick view of her sole. He had noticed it was shiny with sweat, and mentally noted how disgusting that is. He then thought something odd was up. She didn’t even look up from her phone. She must’ve noticed that her shoe came off no? Roger’s gaze finally was able to break as he looked around to see if anyone else noticed, but no one had looked up from their phones either. He then looked down at the ground before him to see the flat. It landed face up giving him a view of the inside. It had a dark deep imprint of the woman’s foot, and was clearly moistened from fresh sweat. Roger noticed that the odor was stronger now and finally figured out what it was. Foot odor. Roger looked up at the woman again, and then back down at the shoe. Despite how disgusted he was by the scent of her shoe and foot, he couldn’t help but be drawn by how gorgeous this woman was and wanted to try to talk to her. This would be the perfect way to open the conversation. He’d give her back her shoe, and then get her to give him her number via some smooth talk and money flaunting. 

 

Roger proceeded to lean down and pick up the shoe, which caused the smell to grow even stronger. He now definitely knew that it was foot odor, and tried to hurry up this process. He picked up the shoe and walked across to the girl. He proceeded to kneel down in front of her with the shoe in hand. “Excuse me miss, I think you accidentally dropped your shoe.” The woman looked up from her phone and looked directly at Roger’s eyes. That bright green color pierced right through his soul and in that moment he felt like he was in love. She looked at the shoe in his hand, smiled, and finally said, “Oh my gosh! I’m such a clutz, thanks so much!” The woman extended her foot and pointed it towards the shoe, seemingly expecting Roger to put it on for her. Roger was disgusted by this, but looked up at the girl to see her beautiful smile, and then proceeded to look back down at her foot about to put that shoe on. Just then, the subway car had hit some turbulence shaking it somewhat and causing the lights to flash off. For a brief moment, the subway car was pitch black. In a few seconds the lights came back on, and the woman noticed that Roger had now disappeared. She was thoroughly confused as to where he could have gone in such a short time. She looked down at the ground and saw that her flat was right in front of her but facing Roger’s seat, sitting in the position where Roger was a moment ago.

 

The subway car began to slow down, eventually reaching the stop. As it turns out, this was the woman’s stop as well. She looked around for a moment to find Roger, but she didn’t see him anywhere, not even noticing the briefcase he had left behind. She shrugged and used her toe to spin the shoe opening to face her put it back on, going about her day as usual.

 

Roger on the other hand was not so lucky. One second he was about to put the woman’s shoe on, and the next he felt like his entire body was hit by a truck. As his mind spun for a moment before slowly returning to full consciousness, he noticed that he couldn’t really feel any of his body. His arms and legs were seemingly gone, and he could only feel some semblance of a form for his head and torso. He also noticed that he seemed to be laying down in some kind of tunnel or cave with the opening being closer to the other end of this cave up on the ceiling. He could see out of the opening a bit, and what he saw he couldn’t believe. He could actually see the empty seat where he was sitting along with his now abandoned briefcase. And then, it hit him all at once. The odor and taste all around him. The previous scent of feet had now magnified by over 100 times. It completely consumed his mind. Roger felt like he wanted to vomit, but also felt like he didn’t even have a stomach. He tried to scream but just then realized he didn’t even have a mouth, and yet he was able to taste a horrid salty and sour flavor. A few moments of Roger panicking had then ended up with this entire tunnel and him inside of it to be spun around. He then saw something that made it all click with a horrifying realization. The woman’s foot was approaching him quickly. From this angle he could see how truly sweaty her foot was. The odor continued to get worse and he could see specks of blackish gunk around her toes. Before Roger could process it all, the foot was completely inserted and he felt like he was completely crushed. It was as though a massive soft stone had been dropped on top of him. Roger felt crushed but did not feel pain. Each time the woman stepped he noticed that a huge amount of odor was pressed into him, as well as taste. Roger tried to scream or shake, but nothing happened. His mind fought against the seemingly impossible belief that he had somehow become her insole. Unfortunately for Roger, these were her favorite shoes, and no matter how impossible he thought it he was now her insole. The odor intensified day after day of usage, leaving puddles of sweat to soak into the insole day after day. Each bit of sweat that was absorbed made Roger feel more and more disgusting. It was converted directly into a stronger feety taste for him, and the odor continued to magnify day after day.

 

Lesson: Be nice to strangers folks, or Karma may decided justice is you becoming some woman’s insole. 

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